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Thomas Hardy (Томас Харди)


In Time of Wars and Tumults


‘Would that I’d not drawn breath here!’ some one said,
‘To stalk upon this stage of evil deeds,
Where purposelessly month by month proceeds
A play so sorely shaped and blood-bespread.’

Yet had his spark not quickened, but lain dead
To the gross spectacles of this our day,
And never put on the proffered cloak of clay,
He had but known not things now manifested;

Life would have swirled the same. Morns would have dawned
On the uprooting by the night-gun’s stroke
Of what the yester noonshine brought to flower;

Brown martial brows in dying throes have wanned
Despite his absence; hearts no fewer been broke
By Empery’s insatiate lust of power.

1915

Thomas Hardy's other poems:
  1. If You Had Known
  2. She Revisits Alone the Church of Her Marriage
  3. At the Entering of the New Year
  4. They Would Not Come
  5. After a Romantic Day


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